Realistic or Modern Westbrook

[PenguinFox]

Tallulah ran a hand through her hair and gingerly took a seat next to Jackson. She was still looking around at all the art on the walls, enraptured by the experience. She gave him a quizzical look when he said the word secret. Was this place a secret? If he wanted her to keep it a secret of course she would, but she couldn't understand for the life of her why this place would be a secret. All the talent on the walls being hidden away seemed like such a waste.

Slowly Lulu raised her camera to her face. She methodically began to take pictures of the walls, careful to only capture the art and nothing else. She didn't want anything in the photos that could divulge where this place was. She had just made a friend in Jackson and didn't want to screw it up already. "Did you do all of this?" she said finally, gesturing around to all of the room. She doubted as several of the pieces had different styles, but she supposed it was possible. If they were all from him he had some serious talent. Not that he wasn't talented if he didn't do them all. Just one, any one, would be talent.

When Jackson asked about her brother Lulu nodded. "Yep. Like I said, he wanted to try to be independent so fixed up the detached garage we have behind our house and made the loft into a living space. It's really neat. Though when it's really cold out my dad insists he stays with us. It's not exactly insulated very well. Personally I'll stick to my own room. No matter how much he cleans that garage there's still a faint smell of car exhaust and paint fumes." she laughed lightly at the thought of every time her brother was on his hands and knees scrubbing that floor but to no avail. "What about you? Do you have any siblings? Who helped you set this place up?" she asked pushing her hair behind her ear. Daniel Reaving

 

[Winona]

Mason


Ah, fuck.

Mason stayed where he was for a moment after Sean and Sam left. It had been easy to see how upset Sam was, and Mason didn't know what to do. Everyone was upset, and none of this shit was supposed to go down like this. Why couldn't everyone just be fucking happy and get along and play stupid video games?

He looked towards Stu, asking if it was cool with the little dude if he left to check on Sam. Stu agreed, and Mason headed out of the house, leaving him there to play that soccer game all by himself. He would make it up to him later.

Mason headed off in the direction that Sam and Sean had disappeared. It was fucking cold out, so he pulled his coat tighter around him, hunching up his shoulders to try and keep the cold out. He was still cussing to himself, looking around for any site of the duo, when his gaze moved over the park, and fell upon a very familiar blonde.

He started his way across the snow, trying to act like he certainly hadn't seen Sam's shirt fall down into her face. Nope. Hadn't seen that. "Hey, Sam," he called, coming to a stop just a few feet in front of her. "What's wrong?"

Gomenesigh Dede​

 

[Gomenesigh]

Samantha Gilly

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It wasn’t long until Sam’s head started swimming and she found herself lazily swinging back and forth. She had expected to stay for a little while longer until she was too cold to stay outside and then make her way home. She could only hope her mother either wasn’t home or too busy with work to have that dreaded conversation. So, when she heard the familiar voice of Mason, she was surprised to say the least. Her eyes opened and she looked at him upside down, which was not helping her dizziness.

She groaned softly and lifted herself back up with the intention of dropping back down on her feet, but her body had other plans. The sudden movement created even more discord in her head and she wasn’t really sure what had happened until she was on the ground. Apparently, she hadn’t really expected to take her full weight on her arms and her fingers weren’t able to keep hold on them monkey bar. Her legs were also not prepared to hold her weight and so she more or less crumpled to the ground, which was still fine with her. Her eyes stayed squeezed shut as she waited for the feeling in her head to subside. With a sigh, she opened her eyes and looked up at Mason.

“Everything, apparently.” Was that a little dramatic? Only a little bit. But, it didn’t seem as if anything was going right today. “I messed up that poor kid’s day. Probably messed up yours and Sean’s too. I didn’t want things to end up like this. I’m just a mess.” She closed her eyes and sighed again, wiping some of the snow away that had fallen on her face. “I should never have gone with you guys. I’m sorry.”

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[mogy]

Noah

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“I have track in half an hour, so when I went out to catch some fresh air and noticed Annabelle, I decided to say hi.” Noah said after Vanden, a faint smile covering his face. He didn’t really talk much because he didn’t know how to with all these new people around. Sure, he used to be quite popular, but he promised himself that he would lay low, not make many friends in the year and a half he still had left in Westbrook.

Talking with Annabelle was one thing, because there was something weird going on between the two, but when Vanden joined in, and then Tatum after him, Noah didn’t know what he could contribute to the conversation, which is why he just remained quiet for that time.

While it was true that Noah didn’t have that many friends, and that he could’ve used some more, apart from Mason and Dani, he wasn’t the old Noah who could approach anybody and make them his friend in one single conversation. That Noah was long gone, remained somewhere in his old locker back in Italy.

This Noah, the one wrapped in his sweater and a dozen other layers of clothing with a satchel on his shoulder, had trouble with making friends, much like he explained to Annabelle before the other two joined the conversation.

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[0k_mang0]

sebastian

Location: cafe
Interacting: Ash Winona , Jace DrabberRogue​

Serena... Ryder… Neither of these names meant anything to Sebastian. Although, he noticed the latter name meant something to Ash. The way she said she didn’t miss this Ryder guy almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than Jace. It wasn’t his place to call her out on it, so Sebastian stayed quiet and busied himself by refilling the coffee grinder with new beans. Until he heard his name being mentioned.

Wait, what? Hangout later? He didn’t remember making that sort of plan earlier. Or maybe it was implied when Ash had asked about his nonexistent Twitter profile, for future plans. He had a YouTube channel and an Instagram account that were rarely used, but that was all. To Sebastian, social media wasn’t very useful when one lacked a plentiful social life.

“My shift ends at six-thirty. But I still don’t have a Twitter account,” Sebastian reminded Ash. “Unless you can magically give me one right now, there’s always my phone number. Or is asking numbers considered old-fashioned nowadays?”

 

[PenguinFox]

After what was probably an hour of just sitting on the floor, feeling entirely empty inside Ian decided against calling Caroline. It would just reopen wounds and he also felt it would be somehow unfaithful to Nova. Despite what she may think currently Ian cared too much about his girlfriend to do that to her. Even if it was cheating to call someone. He unwrapped the paper towel from his hand to find that the blood had all crusted up on the cuts. He couldn't care less about how it looked, so long as it was not bleeding that was good enough for him.

Ian grabbed his jacket, threw away his makeshift bandage and headed out of his house, locking it behind him. He wasn't sure exactly where he was going, or why he was even going anywhere to begin with. Maybe he just wanted to feel the cold against his skin, so he could at least feel something. The wind bit at his cuts but he refused to put his hands in his pockets. The Evans boy just kept walking and walking until he found himself at the beach. The wind made everything feel far colder than it was but again apathy outweighed discomfort. He began to wander up and down the shoreline, occasionally skipping a rock into the water. His mind drifted between dark thoughts and being completely blank, but both ways left him completely oblivious to the world around him. Ian was unsure if the numbness was because of the cold or his own mind but it was strangely relaxing.

Looking down Ian noticed that he had, at some point, stopped his trek up the beach and was just standing still; staring out into the ocean waves. The frigid cold was beginning to seep into his ribs and his hands were like ice. He had no idea how long he had been out there for but the sun was beginning it's descent so it was getting late. Not that anyone was expecting him anywhere. He scratched at one of the cuts on his hands that rested right below his knuckle, causing it to bleed once more. A single drop of red fell to the snowy sand. It wasn't deep enough to bleed much more than that but Ian was grateful for the tiny bit of warmth the blood had provided his hand, if only temporary.

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Jackson
He smiled a little. Chuckling slightly as he nodded. “Yup. I’ve done everything in here.” He explained as he watched her take pictures of the room. Watching her contently with a smile as she asked about his family. He looked down his look going cold for a little bit before he sighed softly. “well.... no siblings that I know of.” He said as he locked his eyes onto her. What’s one more secret to give out. He knew enough about her to know she wouldn’t tell. “My mother was an addict. The government took me from her when I was young and gave me to my aunt and her wife. I’ve grown up with them ever since.” He explained to her as he sat back into the couch more. Throwing his arms up and over the back of the couch in a relaxed position.
PenguinFox​

 

[Soap]

Raven

"Isn't there anything else we could do?" Raven sighed heavily and rolled her eyes at Nancy's question, sinking further into the chair as she averted her gaze from the lab coat and onto the hospital bed, only lasting merely a moment before she tore her eyes away from that too. She couldn't stand this room anymore, the white walls, the smell, the constant beeping of the small machine in the corner which was no doubt going to stop soon. Despite Nancy's oddly optimistic view on things, death couldn't be avoided, Raven knew that.

"I'm afraid not, her infection isn't getting better despite the use of antibiotics. We're monitoring her carefully, but it's a high chance that her organs will start shutting down." She could sense the 'pity' in his voice. He was likely used to giving bad news, and there's a tone for that sort of thing. She could only imagine telling her non-existent best friend she'd ran over their dog.

She'd have a tone too.

Standing up from her seat, and glanced at Nancy and the dimwitted doctor with a grin. "Well, this was great. Thanks for the information you've told us exactly six times already." Raven said, grabbing her bag as Nancy passed her a glance. Neither of them questioned her and she was aware they were just being nice, because of course, she's grieving the woman who isn't dead yet. "I'll be back later, gonna get some air." Brushing past the doctor without another word.

Maybe it was rude, but Raven didn't care about being rude today. In a desperate attempt to get as far away from the hospital as possible, she stepped outside and wandered, how she ended up at the beach? Well, that's an answer she didn't have.

The wind blew at her hair, and tightened the coat around her as she came to a stop, watching the waves until she looked up and saw another person near her, mildly surprised that someone else was dumb enough to visit a beach while it was still majorly cold out. She stared at him for a few moments before she glanced down and noticed the small red spot against the snow. "You're bleeding." She stated uncaring.

"Decided to get a little sun?" She rose an eyebrow towards him.
PenguinFox​

 

[DrabberRogue]

A light tinge of pink graced the boy's cheeks at Ash's teasing. Yes, Serena was very pretty. Astonishingly so. Even after years of knowing her Jace still occasionally caught himself staring. The cheerleader didn't linger long on that subject though, briefly mentioning how lonely one could get before addressing his question. Only Ashton could manage to be both sympathetic and completely oblivious in the same sentence. After all, it wasn't the perfectionist on his mind when the loneliness of his parents' house was weighing down around him. Usually.

He couldn't help but perk up a little when she mentioned not missing Ryder anymore. Well, perk up more than he already was. Jace was a very perky boy after all. It was about then that the espresso he'd ordered was slid in front of him. The receipt caught barely a glance before he slipped his slender, gloved fingers around the cup, lifting it to his lips for a sip of the caffeine charged beverage. His icy blue eyes watched Ash intently from over the rim of his newfound cup while she talked about her newfound availability. She was ready to start dating again? The 'and' that she'd suddenly cut off was a bit curious, but it seemed like a tiny detail compared to the sentence it was part of.

Setting his coffee back down on the counter, Jace turned himself to better face their bartender a couple seconds after Ash did, glancing at the receipt again. This time actually reading long enough to see how much his coffee was worth. "What's a phone number?" He joked, glancing up at Sebastian with a smirk while he pulled his wallet out. It may have been a joke, but the exaggerated intonation of his voice was that of absolute confusion. As if the other boy had claimed to be from another planet. Take two at making a joke. It'd probably fall flat just like the last one, but the lack of an appreciative audience never stopped Jace. "You weren't kidding though, Ash." He pulled a few bills out of his wallet while he spoke, setting them on the counter. It wasn't the exact amount required by his coffee. Instead there was a five that pushed it a couple dollars over what he actually needed to pay. "It takes a wise man to stay off Twitter." Jace remarked, turning his crooked smile towards the girl a seat away from him. Probably the one person who knew best how bad that platform could be.

Winona 0k_mang0

 

[Winona]

Milos


She was feisty, but no amount of wiggling or flailing could make Milos release his grip. This was too good of an opportunity for Milos to slip up, so he waited until he had the video on his phone. When she made that accent, Milos couldn't help but burst into laughter. He waited until he'd turned the video off before speaking, though -- he didn't want to ruin that gem.

"You're such a dork." Milos said with a laugh, and finally released Dani from his grip, leaning away from her so that he could upload the video to Twitter. After it was uploaded, he rolled off of the couch to grab the remote with a loud grunt. "So needy. I don't know what's wrong with Barbie. It's basically the exact same thing as Spiderman." He tried to argue as he grabbed the remote, taking his sweet time in returning to the couch and dropping back beside Dani, passing it to her.

Milos pulled part of the comforter over him and leaned back with a sigh. "Spiderman it is. You totally just like watching these movies to see Tom Holland in a skin tight suit, don't you?" He looked good in skintight, too. Sure, he wasn't as "fit" as a photo shopped Hollywood actor, but he was all natural. Plus Milos obviously had hilarious jokes.

txlos​

 

[Winona]

Keisha


She may have been a bit surprised that Grace agreed to go, and she wasn't totally thrilled by how unenthusiastic Grace was about agreeing to it. It almost felt like Keisha was forcing her to agree to go on this date, which just made her feel even worse. Well... it wasn't like she was legitimately forcing her. How could she?

"That's... awesome." Keisha forced a gentle smile back onto her face. Sure she was happy that Grace had said yes, but she also wanted it to be less of an awkward situation. "So I'll... call you or something and maybe we can hangout before Valentine's Day?" And she would have to work long and hard to make sure it was a good date.

With a little goodbye, mildly awkward wave, Keisha turned and started down the hallway.

Soap​

 

[Winona]

Drake


His smile faded for a brief moment when Aaron asked what he wanted to do. Well, Drake really didn't have any answers to that -- he hadn't thought that far ahead. And all of the fun things that Drake and Aaron used to do, like all the drugs, vandalism, hell they'd even done some stealing together. Nope, Drake was attempting to turn over a new leaf. For Maisie.

God it was boring. And, well, it wasn't like Maisie had an issue with stealing... or vandalism...

"I was thinking you and me could have a little fun like the good ol' times, remember?" Drake suggested, his smile turning bright and strong once again. "What do you say? We could pull a little heist. Steal maybe some like... candy or something and then eat it all and laugh over, I don't know, how outrageous people dress."

He hardly even noticed that Aaron seemed a little off, as he started heading out of the school. "Hey, did you hear about what happened to Stu? Crazy, am I right?"

mikaluvkitties​

 

[Winona]

Mason


He watched as Sam crumpled to the ground, a total hot mess. Mason sighed, and stepped closer to her before he sat down in the cold snow beside her. Mason was already freezing, and the cold snow underneath him and the snowflakes falling down around them didn't do much to help him out. Fucking hell, he hated the winter.

"You didn't ruin anybody's day." Mason said with a heavy sigh. "Look, I shouldn't have invited Stu and Sean along, but I didn't expect Sean to agree, and fucking Stu..." he just shook his head. Where to even start? "Poor kid's got zero friends and I found him knocked out and bleeding half to death not too long ago. I couldn't just kick him to the curb again."

And now he was in Raven's house, playing video games on Raven's laptop. Fuck. Mason pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips and lighting it before he pulled out another and offered it to Sam. Of course Mason had no idea if Sam actually smoked, but it was rude not to offer one, right?

Gomenesigh​

 

[txlos]

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It made some sense, listening to Sean relate to her. Being pushed into this business was tough, since above all, it was a cut throat and ruthless industry. For Paisley at least, it was a lot of doting on and perfecting a self image. If you didn't look the part, you couldn't expect to get the part, right? Right. So the blonde spent a lot of time staring at herself in mirrors, picking apart her image bit by bit. Even the thought of the daily ritual made Paisley's lips purse and her eyes fall. "It's not for the faint of heart, that's for sure," The words fell from her lips in a sigh, a slight shrug lifting her shoulders before letting them fall again. "And as much as it sucks, I'm sure that whoever you are doing this for is appreciative. It's not every day that people get to see the ones they love up on stage or on screen. Honestly, I partly do this for other people. If I can make someone I love smile, and it's not something that puts too much strain on me, why wouldn't I just do it?" It wasn't something that Paisley often said out loud... but she meant it.

Once they arrived at the cafe, Paisley grabbed hold of the door handle and swung it open, holding it to allow Sean to pass through. "As for my preference," The blonde jumped back into the lighter hearted side of the conversation with a grin, her eyes crinkling at the corners. The cafe was teeming with life, people on laptops and others reading books, some locked in casual conversation while others sat idly and watched the people go by. "I prefer being on stage... it's more personable, y'know? You can readily feel the audience's energy, you can change your tone and actions based off of what you think will get a reaction. Plus, it's riskier. No second takes, no second chances. Every performance is like a little adrenaline rush." Blue eyes sparkled as Paisley discussed her love of being on stage, her hands gesturing this way and that as if ti draw the words she spoke. It was obviously her passion, though her aunt insisted that there was more money in Hollywood than on Broadway... but that was beside the point.

PenguinFox Winona

 

[Gomenesigh]

Samantha Gilly

Anastasia Price

interactions: Winona (Sam) Elf_Ruler Direct Timing mogy (Ana)

mentions: Dede

The snow covered ground was starting to leech the warmth from Sam’s body, but she didn’t really care. Being a little too cold was better than all the guilt she was feeling. She turned her head and opened her eyes when she heard Mason sit down, but his words just made her groan. “You say that, but you didn’t see his face.”

She sighed and covered her eyes with her hands for a moment. Now she felt even worse. She knew how hard it was to make friends. It’s why she did her best to show such a bubbly personality. She pulled out her phone and quickly unlocked it. “Do you have his number or social media or something?” She had to make it up to him somehow and they both did like soccer. She had been dying to play again, too. Ever since that day she talked with Mads, she had really been wanting to play any kind of sport with someone.

She sat up and brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she absently scrolled through her phone. “So, what brings you out here anyways? I figured you would have stayed in with Stu. How did you even find me?”

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Ana’s heart sank at Vanden’s words. So he really had been wanting to talk to her again. She really needed to get herself out of that situation before everyone else left. She was about to protest to Vanden, but he was already shrugging out of his jacket and wrapping it around her. She didn’t want to end up keeping it again, but she didn’t resist. Even though her hair was barely long enough to get caught on the collar of the jacket, he even pulled it out for her, which made her heart flutter. She didn’t know why he was always so caring towards her, but part of her liked it. The cold was starting to get to her and the jacket was still warm from him wearing it. It was strangely familiar too, how it draped around her body and how it smelled like him. She found her face getting red and she pulled the jacket tighter around her. She scribbled a short message to him before ripping it out and handing it to him. It may have looked strange, but it was really just easier than her having to scribble it out every time she wrote to one of the others. She hadn’t talked to more than one person at a time in a really long time and she was terrible at it.

Her next note she quickly scribbled and ripped out before handing it to Tay. She had hesitated for a moment before writing that one. She didn’t have a particular reason for being out there besides not wanting to go home. Most of her homework was already finished and she really could have finished it in the morning. But, she tried to prolong leaving school as long as possible. Part of her wished she hadn’t. She flexed her fingers, to keep them from cramping before wrapping her arms back around herself.


Note to Vanden: No its okay…I was about to leave anyways and I dont want to stop your convo with Tay…its not too far...Thank you for the jacket too…Ill give it back before I leave

Note to Tay: I was just spending some time out here before going home…I really like being outside even if it is cold.

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[Direct Timing]

Vanden leaned over and read Ana's note. "Are you sure you want to leave so soon? I just got here." Vanden said. His arm slinked off of Ana's shoulders and back to his own side. "Just keep the jacket as long as you need to, ok?" He said looking at Ana. Vanden smiled at her and then brushed the tip of her nose with his finger. He looked back to the others to see what they were doing. If they were staying he would too. He didn't really have many friends and they all seemed cool in there own way. Maybe they all would hang out more often and become good friends? Vanden hoped so. Vanden suddenly remembered the note he had in his jacket pocket. The words were just meant for her and only her.

Vanden leaned over to Anabelle, "Hey Ana, check the left pocket of my jacket. That's for you." He whispered.





Dear Ana,

I hope you are in good spirits today.
I sometimes think I don't say the right things
when I talk to you and I'm sorry for that.
I worry about you Ana and what goes on in your life that I don't see.
I'm not sure, but I think we both have similar problems and I know that those bruises
you have are not by your own hands.
And it hurts me to know that someone is hurting you.
I know it's hard to talk about, and that's ok if
you don't want to talk to me about it right now.
Maybe some day you will though, and if you do
I will be hear for you.
I don't know if you like me, but I want you to know
that I really, really, like you, Ana. Is it ok if I call you Ana?
I guess I feel kind of close to you after that incident at school and you
spent the night at my house.
All I can think about these days is you, Ana.
When I'm in class, or on the field. At home watching TV,
or doing homework. You're there too.
Well, guess I better go, the bell is about to ring.
Oh yeah, you can wear my jacket anytime, ok?
I won't get mad at you if you keep it all week.
Promise.
Your friend,
Vanden









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Mentions: Elf_Ruler mogy

 

[PenguinFox]

Talullah's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "This was all you? That's amazing!" she said with a wide smile. It must have taken a lot of long, dedicated hours to do all the art in the room. "How did you find this place anyway? If it's alright for me to ask." she hoped she wasn't asking too many questions. She just really enjoyed knowing things, which was probably one of the reasons she was friends with Raven.

When Jackson explained his family situation Lulu's eyes cast down in embarrassment. She hadn't intended to bring up a sensitive subject, and was worried she might have just offended her new friend. "I'm sorry." she said quietly. "I had no idea. For what it's worth though, I think they've done an excellent job raising you. You've been nothing but kind to me. So thank you for that." she said looking back up to him, a small smile cresting her face. Seeing him relax some put Lulu more at ease as well. Her shoulders dropped and she actually leaned back into her seat. Brown eyes flicked down to the camera on her lap and then back up to Jackson. "Do you mind if I take your picture- a proper one this time, not just a test photo. Just so I can have the face of the artist next to all the pieces." she asked hesitantly. Daniel Reaving

Ian wasn't expecting anyone to be as dumb as he was to be at the beach in Maine in the middle of winter, so when someone's voice rang out he barely registered their voice. At first it sounded almost as if they were underwater to him. After a moment his brain put together what was said and he slowly tore his green gaze away from the ocean and down to the ground where a few spots of red now lay. "I am." he said flatly as though she had pointed out the color of his shirt. He looked up to the girl before returning his eyes to the waves. No attempt was made to clean, or even hide, the tiny trail of blood on his hand. Ian just couldn't find the energy to care.

After a few moments of silence he shrugged and turned to face the girl once again. "Something like that I suppose." his face was drained of any emotion. He looked tired; the kind of tired that couldn't be helped by sleeping. "It's cold, quiet, empty..." he trailed off unsure if he was describing the beach or how he presently felt. "It's good for getting away from everything and thinking about it all." Green eyes scanned over the intruder to Ian's solitude. She looked like she hadn't slept much in the past few days. Given how gloomy it was and how shitty the world seemed to be right now, it was possible she was another poor soul going through troubled times, just as he was. After all, why else would someone subject themselves to this frozen hellscape? She certainly wasn't about to go for a swim and Ian didn't see a metal detector. An eyebrow raised as the Evans boy spoke again. "Is that why you're here? Getting away from it all?" Soap

Sean couldn't help but shrug at Paisley's suggestion that his mother appreciated him doing her bidding. That woman only cared for one thing and that was herself. Whatever could make her look better, or get her further. The way Sean saw it she only viewed her kids as tools, and eventually trophies to show off to the world. He kept a straight face though and nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps they're appreciative. I can't really be certain...." he didn't really want to get into it that much. "That's an incredibly noble sentiment." he said giving her a soft smile. Honestly he felt the same way, it was one of the reasons he sucked it up and did acting anyway. He loved making people smile. Not just in entertainment either. If everyone just a little kinder, and a little more helpful to one another the world would be significantly better. At least that was the Woods boy's philosophy.

It took a lot for Sean to actually step into the cafe; he was nothing if not gentlemanly and not holding the door for Paisley to enter first felt wrong. The warmth emanating from the building, and the blonde girl's polite smile won him over though. That and making a fuss about it would be pointless. Of course once he was in he reached his hand back and held the door for his possible costar to enter as well.

Sean listened carefully to Paisley, a grin spreading across his face. Her passion was undeniable and the excitement for her craft was starting to be contagious. The blonde exuded such joy from just talking about the stage that Sean knew she would be a delight to work with, and he couldn't help but smile around her. Her energy was quite refreshing from the usual types he worked with. Typically either snobs who thought they were better than you or those just in it for the fame and fortune. Those were the types of places his mother usually brought him, and part of why he resented being forced into it all.

Brown eyes flicked about the cafe for a moment and landed on a certain blonde. A certain blonde that he once had very strong feelings for. A certain blonde that he may still have some feelings for...

Of course there's someone for you. You're, like, perfect.

The message from Ash flashed in Sean's mind over and over again. What did she mean? Did she still have feelings for him? Did he for her? Was he just overthinking this all? Probably.

He shook his head clear and looked back to Paisley. "Here's an important question that may well determine if we could truly work together-" he gave the blonde a wide joking grin. "Booth, open table, or counter?" txlos Mentions: Winona

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Jackson

Jackson couldn’t help but smile at her excitement over his work. Chuckling softly as he looked to the walls. “I’d always been one to come exploring out here on the outskirts of town. One day I just... found this place and decided to use it.” He said with a small shrug as he looked back to her. When she got a little down after he explained his family situation he couldn’t help but find it cute. Reaching over he gently hooked her chin to have her look at him. “You have no need to be sorry. Besides I feel it gives me character. drives me on to succeed.” He explained as he gently let go of her chin while looking at her with a big smile, some would say getting lost in the moment even.

When Lulah asked about taking his photo he kinda snapped back and nodded. “yeah of course.” He said to her as he scooted away from her a little to give her room. “where do you want me?” He asked giving her control over her photo.
PenguinFox​

 

[Soap]

Raven

She hadn't expected him to answer. Well... maybe she did. But she definitely didn't expect him to keep the conversation going. Raven seemed like the quiet type, standoffish, ... and intimidating if you will. There was no doubt about it, It's just the aura she gave off, however she was the exact opposite, a socialite, her own way with people, or even just a persistent person in general... whatever you'd want to call it. It's what she was, and it's what people had deemed her. And she didn't have a care for a what people thought of her by now, many have seen her as a whore, a bitch, though they'd never say it to her face though. Because it was no secret that she'd have a better one to throw at them.

But it's not like she blamed them. Despite her massive ego, which on it's own is a very strong facade. Raven has a long list of insults dedicated to nobody but herself.

She found herself nodding slightly at his words, It was... peaceful here. Maybe that's what it's supposed feel like when you die right? There has to be some sliver lining to it all, and maybe peace is end goal. Her light eyes found his green ones and for the first time they actually made eye contact. Y'know, kind of like how normal people are supposed to have a conversation. Raven shrugged softly while she was trying to come up with the energy to speak. "I guess." Her voice was hoarse, making a move to clear it before she spoke again. "If I'm being honest, I don't really know how I ended up here in the first place." A small chuckle escaped from her lips as if all this was amusing.

It wasn't.

"Raven." She introduced herself without extending her hand. Remember when she said she didn't care about being rude today? It wasn't like she was trying to be. But this didn't really feel like a 'meet-cute.' He had looked familiar though, perhaps they went to the same school. But Raven hadn't been paying attention lately to the on-goers at the place she felt forced to go to now. She was just... tired of her responsibilities. Why couldn't everything just stop? "So, now that we're acquaintances. You'll have to answer a question for me." Her eyebrow raised as if she could be channeling her own magnetic personality, but it didn't feel like there was any Raven in her left.

"What do you think happens when we die?"

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[Winona]

Ash


She had actually been having a nice time with Sebastian and Jace. It was the first time that she felt like she could actually get out of her own head, and enjoy herself with the two of them. Since everything with Ryder, it felt like all she could think about was boys, and maybe that was just the definition of Ash's life in high school. Boys, boys, and more boys. And today, it was like the first time she hadn't felt pressured by who she liked or who liked her or... anything to do with boys.

Despite literally hanging out with two guys.

If it could even be considered hanging out. The chair in-between her and Jace still made Ash feel distant, and Sebastian was... well, she'd just met him, and wasn't sure how he even felt about her pushing her friendship on him. But she was playing with Sebastian about the Twitter, and just rolled her eyes at Jace's comment. "Whatever."

Ash was prepared to keep talking, probably something witty, when the door opened. Like habit, she glanced towards the door with a smile on her face -- a guy and a girl, and--.... wait. A second glance confirmed her suspicions when she saw Sean walking in. The Twitter conversation they'd had started running through her head again, and Ash felt... well, nervous. But then she saw who he was coming in with, and Ash couldn't help but narrow her eyes at the other blonde for a moment.

At this point, her issue with Paisley was something that Ash didn't even care about anymore, but it wasn't something that the two of them had ever overcome. So Ash still didn't like Paisley any more, even though the guy they'd fought over was... well, it wasn't important anymore. But seeing the blonde with Sean just brought back old memories.

And, well, she was tired of fighting over guys on the football team, so Ash just tried to turn away back to Sebastian and Jace, but it was hard to ignore Sean when he was right there. There was only one thing that could distract her, and hey, Jace was pretty good looking, and maybe it would give her a chance to see from afar if Sean and Paisley were an item.

So Ash closed the distance between her and Jace. She moved into the seat between them, and silently prayed that she wouldn't be brushed off. That would just be downright embarrassing. So she let the sweetest smile she could muster cross her face, and she turned so that she was facing Jace, her leg brushing against his. "Please, Twitter is amazing. Why else would you be on it?" She asked with a playful smirk. Ash leaned towards Jace a bit, lightly reaching forward to brush her fingers across his arm. "I'm sure you're not just there to keep an eye on me, although I wouldn't blame you if you were just there to look."

God, this flirting thing... it had been so long, Ash almost forgot how.

She withdrew her hand, looking again across the counter at Sebastian. "Anyway, I'm serious about hanging out with you. Whether you get on Twitter or want to communicate with boring phone numbers."

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[Winona]

Mason


"No, but I've seen his face before. On the first day of school, I picked him up and threw him for challenging me to a football one-on-one." Okay so maybe he did regret what he'd done just a small bit, but it was in the past now. There was no going back. Mason had to deal with the guilt that he felt on that first day. It had almost felt as if Mason had started all the bullying that had ensued following that.

"His Twitter is StuartLittle I think." Such a stupid name. He should obviously just embrace the truth, and let his Twitter name be like... Well Happy Meal or Neck Tie. Something more fitting of the nerdy little blonde.

"I just walked in the direction you and Sean went. I didn't actually think I would find you, but guess it was kind of lucky." Mason explained with a shrug. The cold was really getting to him, and he figured that Sam had to be suffering just as much. "Hey, you wanna like... go somewhere? Somewhere that's not outside and snowy?"

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[mikaluvkitties]

Aaron​

Drake’s smile faded, and Aaron had to fight the urge to grin. Who could blame him? Drake had approached him, and, for what? For nothing. He had no idea what he wanted to do. It was funny, and, deeper down, heartwarming, if Aaron were to admit he had a heart that could be warmed.

Drake just wanted to hang out with him- With him. He could have approached anyone, and he’d chosen Aaron.

It shouldn’t have surprised him that the first suggestion out of Drake’s mouth was they go steal some candy. Really, he should have seen it coming. He was the crime friend, the ‘bad influence’, as much as he could be considered such when Drake had been like this before Aaron had even gotten involved.

He allowed himself a smirk, something easy enough to fake as he followed Drake out of the school, about to say something affirmative of the decision, even if really he would much rather do something more relaxed, like watch a movie or simply bask in his friend’s presence, when Drake mentioned Stu. He let his smirk drop as his heart squeezed, doing his best to look… reflective, perhaps.

Reflective was normal. The idea of a boy at his school being so badly injured should make him reflect. As long as he didn’t look regretful or worried, he should be fine, right?

After perhaps a half second too long, Aaron finally pushed out, "Yes. It's horrid to think someone could do that to Stu."

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[Winona]

Adriane


She was not supposed to have Ariana today.

And yeah, Adriane was a bit annoyed. With Ari clinging to her hand, she stomped up the snow-covered stairs to Raven's house. It was so weird to her that Mason was living with Raven now, but claiming that there wasn't anything going on. There had to be something going on. Mason didn't just jump into bed with random girls--

Okay, so he did do that. But Mason didn't just move in with random girls. She was suspicious, and wasn't particularly pleased. Especially now that he was shirking on his parenting duties.

Adriane banged loudly on the door, but when no one arrived immediately, she tried the door handle. She was pleased to find it unlocked, so Adriane pushed the door open and stepped inside, dragging Ari along with her.

"Mason, what the he--" she stopped speaking when she saw Stu. "Who the fuck are you?"

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[erzulie]

Arielle Stevens

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Arielle pulled into the parking lot of her new school. At first glance she was already unimpressed with that she was seeing. What had made her parents want to move here was beyond her. Arielle had gone from a prestigious private school to….public school. She didn’t like the change at all. There was little that she could do however, so she’d have to make the most of their move and her starting a new school during her senior year. Arielle grabbed the paperwork that the school needed from her glove compartment and went on her way. She was able to find the office pretty quickly. Arielle handed over her documents and was about to head straight for the door when the desk lady called her again. The young woman resisted the urge to sigh out loud. She still had a ton of unpacking to do at home and she wanted to get it over and done with soon. It was at times like this when she regretted having so much stuff.

Arielle turned back to the lady at the desk and an eyebrow. “Ma’am?” She said dryly. Arielle listened as she was told about some sort of guide to show her around, so that transferring would be easier for her and she wouldn’t have to worry about trying to find her classes on the first day.

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Tatum took the note from Ana and read it quietly. She nodded a second in the girls direction, “I like being outside, clears the mind.” She took a piece of the note from Ana that was empty and dig in her jacket for a pen or pencil. She finally found one and handed it back to Ana with her number on it. “If you ever need girl time.” She smiled at the girl she just needed someone to bring her out of her shell and Tatum needed a calm friend. She needed someone who would hopefully keep her grounded. Tatum eyed the two males, "I'm cool either way. Stay or leave and I'll do the same. We could even go to the coffeeshop just to get out of the cold." She looked back to Ana, "You can join too if you don't have to rush home." She could see Vanden wanted more time with her and of course even though she didn't know him well she was going to try and help him. She was still a little skeptical of him but he seemed to have good intentions for Ana at least.

She could feel her unease setting in and was trying to keep her composure with these new people, seeing as she had been trying to give off a breezy vibe a go with the flow but she was nervous around these three. She hated feeling nervous and she wanted to be calm and collected at all times. She could still feel the flask pressing against her, in the inner pocket of the jacket. She knew she could take a quick drink and let the warmth of the liquor calm her but not with people around. She could keep herself managed and under control without alcohol she just liked herself better when she drank than when she didn't. She felt like she was more confident in herself and in the world around her. She was careful to never drink and drive, sometimes she'd ride her bike but she had fallen into a few to many bushes and cars for her to continue so she usually would just drink and walk. But she might have been able to gain company in her walking. Not her drinking.

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